Tokyo Jetz - Know the rules lyrics

Ask my jeweler to flood my wrist, which one the boss? Well, I’m that b***h Hang with shooters, they gon’ step From the field that boy like Steph Took a chance bet on myself, if he talk crazy on the net Twitter fingers ain’t protected like a shower get ’em wet No back and forth, I swear, I mean it Tryna spazz, just need a reason He gon’ step, don’t need no molly He at church or at a party No peace if I want beef, change my number tryna squash it Same whip just spinned your block, if you was smart, b***h, you’ll watch it Call Chi-Chi, it’s a problem Call him cleaner, he gon’ mop it That boy got bu*terfingers When it’s issues he gon’ drop ’em Beat a b***h up out her bags, greenlight ’em at the spot Freaky b*tches set ’em up, caught ’em lackin’, gettin’ top B***h eat that d**k up, no mistake, don’t need no hiccup Probably need to watch my temper ’cause one call that boy gon’ stick up Know ni**as dead broke, that’ll leave you dead, bro Give a f**k ’bout who you is, I put that on your dead folks, n***a Okay, now ain’t nobody playin’, this some serious s**t Know my independent bad b*tches feel this s**t Little girls ever wanna own businesses Well, Tokyo finna tell you what the business is First off f**k your b***h and the clique you claim Ain’t no conversation we don’t mention names, ayy We keep ’em comin’ while we runnin’ for your jewels Steady gunnin’, keep on bussin’ at them fools, b***h you know the rules I hate a p***y, I can see it in his face Make ’em beg me just to eat it, on his knees he say his grace Think it’s sweet? They catch you with ’em, knock a b***h right out her lace Talk s**t and back it up, geeked squad, I MAC them up I ain’t worried ’bout no beef, b***h, I can walk through any spot I’ma sign ’em if they tweakin’, I’m just tryna make ’em pop H**s love throwin’ subs, send a @ if you really with it Name droppin’ in them songs, we know you ain’t really spinnin’, get from’ round B***h, you wear your Glock for dress up versuri-lyrics.info See me like a ghost, tell that b***h to pick his head up Had a baby in ’19, 2020 ain’t no let up Call whoever bet against me, tell that n***a it’s a set up And f**k who ain’t around, no regainin’ my respect, hoe Moved to the burbs still plugged in the ghetto Real a*s b***h get respected by the biggest Heard she dropped the line, I ain’t trippin’, she ain’t with, f**k n***a Okay, now ain’t nobody playin’, this some serious s**t Know my independent bad b*tches feel this s**t Little girls ever wanna own businesses Well, Tokyo finna tell you what the business is First off f**k your b***h and the clique you claim Ain’t no conversation we don’t mention names, ayy We keep ’em comin’ while we runnin’ for your jewels Steady gunnin’, keep on bussin’ at them fools, b***h you know the rulesss